“Okay, now it’s getting bizarre,” I said to myself. This was at least the sixth or seventh time over the last three months I’d awakened precisely at 4:44 a.m.

The first time was in April, 1997, in Nantucket. It continued to appear when I went away for the summer and persisted upon my return. It was happening way too often to be chance and not enough to be habit. Knowing that nothing is “just a coincidence,” I tried to figure out what could be behind this phenomenon and/or hear the message being sent my way. Try as I might, I couldn’t come up with anything that 444 triggered in my life. It made no sense.

In dream work I sometimes add numbers together to get a core number. I played with that for a while, 4+4+4=12, 1+2=3. Three. Okay, maybe it was validation for my book since the title was about threes? Nice idea, but no click. When something is right in my life, instead of seeing a light bulb over my head, I hear an almost audible click of fingers. There was no click with the number three.

I decided, in view of the fact I couldn’t figure it out, I’d forget about it.

Not to happen.

444 wouldn’t leave me alone, it was time to figure out the message....